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Streets Talk lyrics

Performer ShortGun DBJ

Streets Talk song lyrics by ShortGun DBJ official

Streets Talk is a song in English

Swag is on point
I ain't letting up
Nwana Ganu
Boyy I've had enough
Tryna get to the top
Why they closing up
Sipping some dirt
Coz im from the mud
I'm on my way
And they know me
And know that they
Hate but can't show it
It's real when your partners
Hit OD
In my hood they
Be calling me O.G
Swag is on point
I ain't letting up
Nwana Ganu
Boyy I've had enough
Tryna get to the top
Why they closing up
Sipping some dirt
Coz im from the mud
I'm on my way
And they know me
And know that they
Hate but can't show it
It's real when your partners
Hit OD
In my hood they
Be calling me O.G
She make it clap
While I'm giving it slaps
No bullet proof
You could die on a track
A gun on my hip
And some cash on my left
As soon as I press
You ain't getting it back
Vazhama kun byela
Kur nwana uta kula
Ta fuma and now
It be making up sense
Switele nhlokweni got
Problems on problems
But I promise ti nkingha
I'm leaving them back
Bang on my speakers
N listen to Rap
Lay on my bed while
I'm sipping on Yak
They told me I got this
I told em that's wack
Came back with the fuel
We burning the Cap
I think she a 6
She thinks I'm a 9
Even if she flip it
I swear we don't match
I got the fire I came
With the match
I don't got no feelings
Real niggas don't catch
But if you talking bodies
And fucking your shawtys
Just know that I'm ready
I jab you like tank
It's been hella off a minute
Of spitting these raps
Don't tell me bout
Rappers who paying no tax
You call it a message
I call it a text
You call it missile
i call it a tech
She thought I would chase
But I'm standing in check
Do this for my mates
who be waiting on cheques
Checkmate
Swag is on point
I ain't letting up
Nwana Ganu
Boyy I've had enough
Tryna get to the top
Why they closing up
Sipping some dirt
Coz im from the mud
I'm on my way
And they know me
And know that they
Hate but can't show it
It's real when your partners
Hit OD
In my hood they
Be calling me O.G
They be calling me O.G
Left on her on read
Never told her I'm sorry
She tryna arrest me
She something like porry
Kgaa
It ain't what I say
it's the way that I say it
I'm starting of think
Of the money I'm making
Locks on my head
Now I feel like jamaicans
Baby I'm serious
know that I'm bout you
I won't hesitate
If you need me I got you
All of these niggas
Ain't real they ain't like me
We growing together
I know they don't like it
Stick by my side to the top
We be climbing
Stack up my bank on
The road I be grinding
You know I can't slip if
I do they might try me
Yeah
Swag is on point
I ain't letting up
Nwana Ganu
Boyy I've had enough
Tryna get to the top
Why they closing up
Sipping some dirt
Coz im from the mud
I'm on my way
And they know me
And know that they
Hate but can't show it
It's real when your partners
Hit OD
In my hood they
Be calling me O.G
Swag is on point
I ain't letting up
Nwana Ganu
Boyy I've had enough
Tryna get to the top
Why they closing up
Sipping some dirt
Coz im from the mud
I'm on my way
And they know me
And know that they
Hate but can't show it
It's real when your partners
Hit OD
In my hood they
Be calling me O.G
She make it clap
While I'm giving it slaps
No bullet proof
You could die on a track
A gun on my hip
And some cash on my left
As soon as I press
You ain't getting it back
Vazhama kun byela
Kur nwana uta kula
Ta fuma and now
It be making up sense
Switele nhlokweni got
Problems on problems
But I promise ti nkingha
I'm leaving them back
Bang on my speakers
N listen to Rap
Lay on my bed while
I'm sipping on Yak
They told me I got this
I told em that's wack
Came back with the fuel
We burning the Cap
I think she a 6
She thinks I'm a 9
Even if she flip it
I swear we don't match
I got the fire I came
With the match
I don't got no feelings
Real niggas don't catch
But if you talking bodies
And fucking your shawtys
Just know that I'm ready
I jab you like tank
It's been hella off a minute
Of spitting these raps
Don't tell me bout
Rappers who paying no tax
You call it a message
I call it a text
You call it missile
I call it a tech
She thought I would chase
But I'm standing in check
Do this for my mates
who be waiting on cheques
(Checkmate)
Swag is on point
I ain't letting up
Nwana Ganu
Boyy I've had enough
Tryna get to the top
Why they closing up
Sipping some dirt
Coz im from the mud
I'm on my way
And they know me
And know that they
Hate but can't show it
It's real when your partners
Hit OD
In my hood they
Be calling me O.G
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: Risana Kubayi
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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